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Def Poetry Slam

Last night i went to an hiv/aids & refugee benefit @ columbia. There were a bunch of def poetry jam poets there, donating their time, as well as a young colombia student poet. It was amazing - some of the best spoken word i've ever heard.

The best poet was this guy called Ainsley Burrows. He's Jamaican, and his poetry was mind-splitting. At one point he was joking around, and someone yelled out "spit that fire!" He was so good that i bought a cd. It was called 'climax', so i should have perhaps guessed when i listened to it on the subway this morning that it wasn't going to be the political stuff of the evening before. Instead my 7am listening on the way to a job was some of the sexiest stuff i have ever heard - spoken word, music and a jamaican accent to boot.. Mmm...

Unfortunately it wasn't helping with my early morning commute, so had to change it..

The event was only 14 blocks from my house, so i walked there, and was so mind-blown that i also walked on the way back, even tho parts of those 14 blocks are perhaps a little dark. But i was feeling like nothing could touch me after what i'd heard. If you hear anything about the def jam poets, make sure u pay attention...

Mebbe you should tell 'the girl' about your 'climax'..

Aaaahhh Ness - put it on on a cold night and lie back and think of Jamaica..

You bad, girl ;^)

Maybe I should send you a copy for writing inspiration?

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